Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-07-29
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The rising gale vhlsa 10 The rain
comes down ia torrents. q Low sway the
trees under the blast that sweeps the
Volsinian shore, and dashes its fury
against the slopes Of the mountains Of
Crimma. The rock bound coast IS rent
and riven BY the tenn pestuous pillows
that surge and foam along the vast Me-
galocrida Sea. s.s
In the depth Of the bay nestles the
little seaport town of Luktrop. It
boasts . few hundred houses with green
ish miradors sheltering them from the
winds Of Che main, and four or five steep
streets that look more like the beds of
mountain torrent than public thor
oughfares. Not far off smokes the Van
glor, an active volcano, which by day
blenches forth thick volumes of sulphur
ous vapor, and BY night f tful floods of
flame. The crater, seen fully one hun
dred and fifty kertses ont at sea, answers
the purpose Of q beacon and guides home
to Luktrop the Observation-Disclosures, YER
lic:les, or balances pillow the
troubled waters Of the Megalocrida.
On the other side Of the town are
heaped up ruins of the Crimmerian era;
while the suburb, Of Moorish aspect,
like casbah or Algerian fortress, with
its white walls, round roofs, and ter
races calcined by the sun, seems huge
pile of square stones thrown together
at hap hazard. The whole mass looks
like cluster Of dice, the dots of which
have been worn away with age.
Among other peculiar structures may
be seen an odd-looking building, called
the Six-Four from the number of it's
windows, SIX in front and four behind.
A steeple rises above the town, the
square steeple of Saint Philflene,
with it's bells visible through the open
stone W ork, and when these are swung
as they are at times) by the violence of
the storm, it is accounted bad sign,
and the good people of the place are
filed with fear at the omen. Such is
Luktop, with few stray houses on the
heath beyond, scattered amid the broom
and furze, as in Brittany. Luktrop,
however, is not in Brittany, Is it in
France ?-I can not say. In Europe?-
/ do not know,
+, Atany rate it were useless to look for
the place on the map.
Tap, tap! A discreet rap is heard at
the narrow door of the Six -Four, on the
left-hand corner Of Messagliere Street.
A comfortable house this, if such word
is known at Luktrop, and one Of the
thriftiest of the place, if to earn on an
average few thousand fretzers a year
be sign Of thrift.
Aferocious yelp, something between
3 bark and howl, as from a wolf, has
answered the rap, whereupon a win
dow above the door of the Sn-Four is
thrown open, and an angry voice balls
out:
"To the devil with all intrudersr'
A young GIRL shivering in the rain,
with q sorry cape thrown over her
shoulders, inquiries if DR.. Trifu1gas is
at home.
HE is or isn't-au depends"
II come for my father, who is DYING"
"And where is he dying?"
~By the Val-KArniou, four kertses
from here"
''And what's his name?"
''Vort Kartif."
wort Kartif-the cracknel- maker?"
Eyes; and if DR.. Trifulgas would
doctor Trifu1gas isn't at home!"
And the window is bzutally closed In
the girls face, while the wind and the
rain outside mix their voices in deafen-
ing dim ~
= r.
a hard man he, DIR. Trifulgas, With
but Little feeling for fellow crea-
tare, and one who attends patient on
~ if we'll paid in advance for his servi-
ces. His old dog, Aurzof-a cross be-
tween bull and q spaniel would have
more, heart than he. The door of the.
Ski Four. remains invariably closed to-
the poor Il nd open only to the rich
He has, moreover, his scale Of prices:.
typhoid fever, SO much; brain fever,
so much !; 50, much for pericarditis,
and for as, many more diseases as doc:
tors choose to invent by the dozen.
And Wort Kartii, the cracknel- maker.
is a poor, naan, with q penniless' brood.
Why, then, should Doctor Trifulgas,
bedevil hlmself, and on such . night ?
1.-THE rousing me from my sleep, 2 snuff:
fled he, as; he went to his bed again, is;
alone worth ten fretzers!" Twenty
minutes had scarce gone by than the.
iron knocker again woke the echoes Of
the Six-F Four. Grumb bling, the doctor.
got ont Of bed, and from the window.
growled:: 5=s III |S u
WHO Is there ?" /. 81 t3 I.
q am Wort Kartifs wife. " s.s
$3.50